The Jumble Shop would be one place where we'd sometimes accumulate down in the Village. I think it might be just a place that's unknown that was right around the corner from wherever it was that we met.
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What He Say
Ive seen many countries
Argue about human lives
But one thing that stays the same is
The clubs are always full at night
Pick out any far-out place
Like kenya or swaziland
Doesnt matter what the place
Theyll still be dancing to the band
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Say youve found a homeland? (move to it, move to it)
Say youve found a clubland? (get to it, get to it)
Now youve got a song? (groove to it, groove to it)
Got to find a partner (just get to it, get to it)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Lets dance!
Ive seen many a race of people
Argue many things before
But there is one language that
Gets you understood for sure
Not a language of the mouth
Its only for the feet
Grab a russian by the hands
And he will feel the need
Thats right!
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Lets dance!
song performed by by Ministry
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It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
quote by V.S. Naipaul
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R.I.P Declan
You are no longer on the Anson
you are in a brighter place that is far better
if you can hear me,
I want you to know, you may be gone
but you will be missed for ever.
And I have been trying to write this for days
but I can't find the right words
I have tried it so many different ways
In my mind I paint the picture of your smiling face
because in reality I know you have gone to a far better place.
We went to the same school.
I believe you are still here, that's why you will never be forgot.
I keep expecting to bump into you on my way to the corner shop.
I know I have to understand you are gone but know it is not the end
I know you are looking down
I love you friend.
poem by Daniel McCann
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To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Unknown
This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.
Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!
I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?
poem by Jessica Lee
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A Lonesome Corner
There is a lonesome corner
where people go to cry.
It's a lonesome corner
'cause people don't ask why?
Why you are crying
or what can they do?
For that lonesome corner
is just for you.
The corner is secluded,
an intersecting place
where you must decide about
the tears upon your face.
Cry for a while.Then dry your tears.
For in that corner are sorrow and fears.
It's such a lonely place to be.
It's too damn lonely for you or me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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This is heaven to no one else but me
In this place
I am safe
Safe from other opinions
The expectance to have courage and grace
Here in this place
I can be afraid
Of the words I want to say
But never will
In this place
I can be honest to my heart
I can’t lie and say I’m fine
In this place called heaven
The heaven that is only mine.
A place of broken grace and
The place of unknown time.
The title of this poem is a copy of the lyric from elsewhere by sara mclaughlin.(sorry if spelled incorrectly)
poem by Dying Iris
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Down the Sweet Shop
The little corner shop
full of special treats
Chocolate, bottles of Pop,
and jars and jars of sweets.
With pocket money in hand
given to me by my Dad
sometimes a little bit extra
if he heard I'd been a good lad.
I really loved that little shop
it was every young boys dream
you could get everything you'd want
Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream.
My dad used the shop as well
he'd pop in to buy his fags
and Mum did her weekly shop
she'd get me to help her with the bags.
Then along came the big supermarket
the little shop began to lose it's trade
so sadly it had to close it's doors
an end of an era again I'm afraid.
But I'll always remember the little shop
stood there at the bottom of our lane
yes it may have only been small
but it had more style than any supermarket chain!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Money Talks
The village streets are dark and cold.
Most stay at home and watch T.V
Its not the place it used be
when coal was king in days of old.
When miners earned a princely wage.
The village pubs were thriving then,
those days will never come again.
Commuting now is all the rage.
The many pubs are all closed down
the shops have dwindled to a few.
There is so little we can do
We have shop in the next town.
But they are building everywhere.
New houses thrown up in a flash
For other folk who have the cash
The planners do not seem to care.
This valley is a beauty spot
where tacky houses spoil the view.
An old complaint forever new
I can complain. Why should I not.
I’m not against making progress.,
Sometimes a change is for the best
when it is made at our request.
It seems our choice grows ever less.
The speculators buy the land.
Pull down the pubs which they replace
with houses tightly packed in place.
The only thing they understand.
is how much profit they can make.
Their balance sheets must always show
how they can make their money grow.
They are in charge make no mistake..
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Go Back to the Place You Belong
Tired of problems in life
He decided to move out of
Everybody’s sight
Left his home
For an unknown place
Free of all the troubles
He walked from morning to dusk
Then he saw bright lights
Reaching nearer
He saw fire blazing
Everybody Trying
To save their lives
He ran from there
Spent the night in the forest
In the morning
Saw a village nearby
Reaching there
Didn’t see any sign of life
Dead people all around
Disease and hunger
Had taken their toll
He ran from there
To find a better place
On his journey he met a saint
He asked him to suggest a place
Where he could find
Peace and solace
The saint smiled and said to him
Peace and turmoil are side by side
It’s your attitude
That gives you peace and anger
Go back to the place you belong
Positive attitude
Shall make all the difference
You shall become a happy man
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Place
There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing...
The Place... is real.
It's way out there - it's everywhere...
It is ever within.
This Place... is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It's name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
'My child.'
It's to him we go.
It's for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place... home.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Definition of happiness
ITS A place we have all been to:
a place were difficulties are forgotten
were only joyful events are certain
its a place you cant go to everyday
when you get there not long enough you can stay
a place safe and secure
a shield that deflects any bad thing that could accrue
a place were poise and pride are not neglected
a place were negative thoughts, ideas are not selected
a place far away from here
a place that does not recognize fear
a place that needs along time to get to
yet you arrive and forget any negative thing you have been through
a place that effects so deep
a place were you cant fall asleep
a place that does not exist
yet we have all been there I still insist
a place that’s not defined as a dream or a fantasy
a place that is only called happiness and ecstasy
Yet it is the most beautiful place
where sound of laughter and shape of smile race
on ones face like it would be in grace
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Man On The Corner
See the lonely man there on the corner,
What hes waiting for, I dont know,
But he waits everyday now.
Hes just waiting for something to show.
And nobody knows him,
And nobody cares,
cos theres no hiding place,
Theres no hiding place - for you.
Looking everywhere at no one,
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh.
When he shouts nobody listens,
Where he leads no one will go - oh.
Hes a lonely man, there on the corner,
What hes waiting for, I dont know,
But he waits everyday now.
And hes just waiting for something to show - oh.
Nobody knows him,
And nobody cares,
cos theres no hiding place,
Theres no hiding place - for you and me.
Are we just like all the rest,
Were looking too hard for something hes got
Or moving too fast to rest.
But like a monkey on your back you need it.
But do you love it enough to leave it - ah.
Just like the lonely man there on the corner,
What hes waiting for, I dont know - oh.
But he waits every day now.
Hes just waiting for that something to show - oh.
Whos the lonely man there on the corner,
What hes waiting for, I dont know.
But hes there every day now.
And hes just waiting for something to show - oh.
Whos the lonely man there on the corner,
What hes waiting for, I dont know.
Oh but he waits every day now.
Hes just waiting for that something to show.
song performed by by Genesis
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We are constantly searching
We are constantly searching
for our individuality,
running away from the world we know
and are searching for acceptance
in a hostile and demanding place
and in all of this we are alone
while we go deeper
into the unknown
and still we have a happy home,
a place where parents, family
and sometimes friends belong,
a place that with a special someone
we can make our own.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Vanishing Act
There is a place
For all of us
To hide,
To unveil
The bride,
The misery,
The bleak sunder
Amongst foxes;
In the dark,
In the corner
Of your room,
In the sordid cubicle
Of a bar's restroom,
Behind a car,
Under a lamppost,
In the blear
Of the noise,
In the epicenter
Of a crowd,
Where you can die
And no one would know,
Where you can give up
And no false-hope
Can linger
And where the wounds
Do not deserve
The emollient graze
Of tourniquets
And this place
Is ubiquitous
Swallowing the bliss
Of ephemeral days
And in this place
You should learn to subsist
Because this place
Is the only one
That will never leave
You are one lucky fellow
If you had picture
A woman, a man,
A lover, a comrade,
Building bricks
To become this place
Of safe
Euthanasia
For every
Vanishing acts.
poem by Norman Santos
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Over The Rainbow
When all the world is a hopeless jumble
And the raindrops tumble all around
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
There's a rainbow highway to be found
Leading from your windowpane
To a place behind the sun
Just a step beyond the rain
Somewhere
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Rich men accumulate money; the poor accumulate years.
It's Not My Place
my mom and dad are always fighting and it's
Getting very un-exciting to get a good job
You need the proper schooling now who the
Hell do ya think you're fooling
But it's not my place oh-no no it's not my
Place no no no it's my-not my-not my place
In the 9 to 5 world and it's not my place
In the 9 to 5 world
And it's not my place with 9 to 5 girl
It's not my place in the 9 to 5 world
Hangin' out with lester bangs you all and
Phil spector really has it all uncle floyd
Shows on the t.v. jack nicholson, clint eastwood, 10cc
But it's not my place but it's not my place
Don't wanna be a working stiff lose my identify
'cause when it comes to working 9 to 5 there
Ain't no place for me ain't my reality, to me
Vin scelsa's on the radio ramones are hangin'
Out in kokomo roger corman's on a talk show
With allan arkush and stephen king you know
But it's not my place but it's not my place
song performed by by Ramones
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Village Idiot
Did you see the lad, on the corner
He was standing drinking wine
Wears his overcoat in the summer
And short sleeves in the winter time
Takes his holidays, down at the bookies
Well he knows how to pick a horse
Village tramping round the countryside
He wears a smile, but he doesnt say much
Village idiot, hes complicated
Village idiot, simple mind
Village idiot, he does know something
But hes just not saying
Dont you know hes onto something
You can see it, you can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
As he goes strolling by
Oh village idiot, hes complicated
Village idiot, hes got a simple mind
Village idiot, must know something
But hes just not saying
Well you all know hes onto something
You can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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